Tuesday, March 3, 2009

it wasn't the way you blinked your eyes before laughterit was the way you opened them afterthey always seemed more sadas if you realized nothing at no time in no placecould possibly make you laugh in precisely the same way

you would open your eyesand the spark of light would shinestill brightlybut tinged with a more serious edge

it had something to doalsowith the slight furrowing of your brow

for an instantthe space above your nose would convergeholding back something unseen

and so it's you I think of nowas the laughter dieson an exhalationfollowed by a deep inhalation

it's you because your after-laughter-eyeshaunt metaunt mewith a morsel of knowledge at whichI cannot even begin to grasp

Oh, Rachie, 'tis not easy at all for me. It's just my spewing. Don't know if any of it makes much sense at anytime. But thanks for reading. I write mostly for myself; I'm selfish that way, but it's nice to know that at least one person happens to take a lil' gander at these things.

Monday, March 2, 2009

writing prompt for today: Use one of the following phrases as the first line of your poem. Write at least two poems in the ten minutes we have to write. No, your poem doesn't have to rhyme. Be creative in crafting vivid imagery.

First lines:

One window is all I need

Forgive me while I lower my head now

He hadn't fished on any river

Once I dreamed I succeeded in balancing on an egg

She blinked and moved on

(If you absolutely detest all of these first lines, go ahead and write your own.)

Here's what I came up with in about five minutes...nothing much, but it's always fun to go off for a moment:

one window is all I needthough I'd like three or fourluxury is not an optionwith these dark dank wallsclosing me in

one window is all I needbut no pleacan crack open a breakin this stone

one window is all I needto seeto gazeat a spot of hoperemoved from here

all I need is one windowis one window all I need?is survival one window?survival is one dayone moment